We met our own fragile. There, a man with melon-colored toenails was on the run from something. He was a father, mostly, and a fright. Pointed a finger at those who run the country from their ikea table in a high school gymnasium. Playing Prelude in G under the canopy of trees.
Appalachian Nights
Appalachian Nights
Appalachian Nights
We met our own fragile. There, a man with melon-colored toenails was on the run from something. He was a father, mostly, and a fright. Pointed a finger at those who run the country from their ikea table in a high school gymnasium. Playing Prelude in G under the canopy of trees.